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Subject: {ASSM} Close to Home Chapter 4 (ff, first, rom, con)
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Chapter 4

I woke up before the alarm sounded and got out of
bed.  After stretching, I went to the bathroom and got
myself ready for the day-what I hoped to be a
wonderful day.  I showered quickly, but took my time
fixing my hair and even put on some eye shadow and lip-
gloss.  When I finished, I went back to my room,
wearing a towel around my naked body.

Butterflies filled my stomach as I put on the hunter
green thong and tugged it into place.  I put on the
matching lacey bra, hooked it between the cups and ran
my hands over my boobs.  My body quivered as I touched
my breast and thought about meeting Jen at school.

The top Jen asked me to wear was stretchy and snug.
I pulled it down to my waist and smoothed the
material, thrusting my chest out as I looked at the
reflection in the mirror.  I wrapped my new short
khaki skirt around my waist and secured it in place.
Lifting the skirt, I tugged the top down and then
lowered my skirt.

Facing away from the mirror, I leaned over, bending
at the waist.  I looked back and made sure my butt
didn't show.  Once I was sure I wouldn't expose too
much, I went to the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Morning, Mom," I said.

"Well good morning to you too, Cindy.  You look very
cute today," Mom said.

"Thanks, it's one of my new outfits."

"What would you like to eat?"

"I don't know, toast and juice I guess.  I'm not
really hungry, Mom."

Mom looked at me, smiled and asked, "Jelly?"

"Yes please, strawberry if we have some, Mom."

Mom put a plate with two pieces of toast in front of
me and then poured a glass of orange juice.  I ate my
food and thought about what the day may bring.  When I
began to think about the possibility that Jen had
changed her mind, I shook my head to clear it.

I couldn't wait to get to school and see if my new
'girlfriend' was going to be as happy to see me as I
was going to be to see her.  I left a few minutes
early, walking quickly to cover the three blocks
between my house and the school.  When I arrived, my
heart jumped into my throat.

Jen was waiting on the steps.  When she saw me, she
started to grin, ran down the steps and up to me.
Standing just inches from me, Jen grinned and then
looked around.

"I wish we were alone," Jen said.  "I really want to
kiss you."

I giggled and nodded my head.  After thinking for a
moment, I said, "I think I have to go to the bathroom."

Jen looked at me for a second and then giggled just
like I was.  We headed to the building, went inside
and almost ran to the girls' room.  Once inside, we
checked the stalls and then jumped into one another's
arms.  Our kiss was hot and wet as we mashed our lips
against each other's.  Our tongues met and tangled as
we continued to kiss passionately.   When Jen pulled
my skirt up and gripped my butt cheek, I moaned into
her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Jen looked into my eyes and then
down.  She lifted my skirt and grinned when she saw I
was wearing the thong she asked me to.  Placing her
hand on my mons, she rubbed me.

"I wish I could use my mouth to do this, Cindy.  I'm
so fucking hot right now I could just scream!"

I backed away, covered her breasts with my hands and
squeezed them.  "I wish we could go somewhere and be
alone too, Jen."

The bell rang and interrupted our little get
together.  We straightened our clothes, shared a brief
kiss and left the bathroom before anyone came in and
discovered us.  All day long, I was wet from thinking
about Jen.  When we saw each other in the hall, Jen
would wink at me and I would feel my body tingle.

Throughout the day, I paid more attention to the
girls than the boys.  I found myself wondering if they
had ever done some of the things Jen and I had done
together.  I found myself checking them our and
comparing them to Jen.  None of the girls I looked at
were as pretty as Jen was, at least not to me.

Jen and I met in physical education and sneaked
glances of each other as we changed into our shorts
and tee shirts.  After class, we went into the shower
room together and stood side by side.  Seeing the
water cascade over her body was making me hot and my
nipples began to turn hard.

When Jen noticed my boobs, she grinned and licked her
lips.  I reached for the valves of her showerhead,
turned off the hot water and watched as she screeched
and jumped away.  We were both laughing when we went
to the locker to get dressed.

"Hi, Jen, hi, Cindy," Kathy said.  "I had a great
time at the party."

"Hi, Kathy.  Thanks, and thanks for the neat CD.  I
love it," I said.

The three of us got dressed together.  When I put on
my new thong, Kathy looked at me and raised her
eyebrows.

"When did you get those?"  Kathy pointed at my panties.

"I bought them when I went shopping with my birthday
money," I said.

"Wow, does your mom know?" Kathy asked.

I nodded.  "Yeah, she knows.  Mom said she likes to
wear them too."

Jen was quiet during the exchange, but she stood
behind Kathy and winked at me as she glanced at my
crotch.  I fought the urge to laugh at Jen and
continued to talk with Kathy.

"What are you guys doing after school today?" Kathy
asked.  "I was thinking about going to the mall and
checking out the boys."

I glanced past Kathy and looked to Jen for guidance.
She shook her head no, licked her lips and then winked
at me.

"Not today, Kathy, I have some things to do after
school.  Maybe tomorrow-okay?" I replied.

"Sure, tomorrow it is," Kathy said.  "It just means
more boys for me and Suzie."

"Hey, Kathy, what happened to your boyfriend?" Jen
asked.

"He's okay.  I don't want to really pick anyone up,
just look," Kathy said and then she giggled.

After school, Jen and I met outside the building.
She was waiting for me when I came out and down the
steps.

"Want to go to my house for a little while?" Jen
asked.  She grinned and said, "My parents won't be
home for several hours."

I giggled, nodded my head and headed back into the
building.  "I have to call my mom," I said as I
bounded up the steps.

After getting the okay from Mom, I went back outside.
Jen was talking to a boy I didn't know and I suddenly
felt jealous.  Walking slowly, I went to Jen and stood
near her.

"Cindy, this is Martin, Martin, this is my best
friend, Cindy."  Jen looked at me and smiled.  "Martin
is my dad's partner's son.  We've known each other for
years."

"Hi, Martin, nice to meet you," I said cautiously.

"It's nice to meet you too," Martin said.

Jen moved closer to me and let her hand brush against
mine.  Martin saw her do it and began to grin.  "Don't
tell me you've decided to try the fairer sex, Jen."

Giggling, Jen nodded her head and then smiled.
"Yeah, Martin, boys are jerks."  Jen grinned.
"Present company excluded.  Are you and what's his
name still together?"

"No, not anymore.  Jeffery developed a taste for
something I couldn't go along with," Martin said.

"Girls?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, can you imagine?  He was so hot I couldn't
keep my hands off his tight little ass," Martin said.
"Oh well, that's life there are a lot of other fish in
the sea."

"I know you'll find someone that will make you happy,
Martin.  I believe there is someone out there for
everyone."  Jen grinned.  "Maybe someday you can come
over and do our nails for us."

Martin gave Jen a limp wave, his little finger
sticking out.  "Why you little tramp, you just love me
because I can do nails and hair-don't you?"

"Hey, I tried to convert you, Martin.  You were the
one that ran away crying when I kissed you," Jen said.

"Jennifer, we were only twelve at the time.  What did
you expect me to do when you shoved your tongue into
my mouth?  I didn't even know I was gay back then,"
Martin said and then he chuckled.

"Cindy and I are going to my house, want to walk
along?" Jen asked.

"Sure, it's not like I have anyone to see-if you know
what I mean," Martin said.  "I can't do your nails
today, but I would be happy to in the near future."

We started to head toward Jen's house.  Jen and I
walked side by side while Martin walked next to Jen.
Martin went on about how his heart was broken when his
boyfriend found a girl he liked more than him.  As I
listened, I began to feel sorry for Martin.

When we reached his street, Martin said goodbye and
left.  Jen and I walked along in silence for a moment
and then I said, "When I saw you talking to Martin, I
felt jealous, Jen."

"I'm sorry, but you don't have to worry about him, he
doesn't like girls, Cindy."  Jen stopped walking,
turned me so I was facing her and said, "Sweetie, you
don't have to worry about anyone-okay?"

I nodded and felt the urge to kiss her.  Jen must
have been thinking the same thing and gave me a peck
on my cheek.  We both giggled and started walking
again.  When we got near her house, Jen and I started
to hurry.

Jen opened the front door and held it for me as I
walked in.  When she closed the door, we jumped into
one another's arms.  Jen and I kissed each other with
open mouths and began to grope one another's bodies.
After a few minutes, we broke apart and Jen took my
hand.

"Let me show you the house," Jen said.  "Then we can
go to my room and listen to music."

Jen showed me through the large house.  She took me
out into the backyard and showed me the built in
swimming pool.  As we stared at the pool, Jen took my
hand and held it in hers.

"As soon as it warms up, we can go swimming, Cindy."
Jen let go of my hand, smacked my bottom and giggled.
"I can't wait to see you in a bikini."

"You can see me naked anytime you want to, Jen."

"I know, but the thought of taking your bikini off
really makes me wet.  When my parents aren't home, we
can swim naked."

I giggled and then Jen took my hand again.  We
continued through the house and she showed me the
rooms on the first floor.  Once we were finished, she
led me upstairs and pulled me toward a set of double
doors at the opposite end of the hallway from her room.

"This is my parents' room, isn't it cool?"

"It's beautiful, Jen.  How big is that bed?"

Jen laughed.  "It's a king-size, like two beds in
one.  Come and look at the bathroom."

We went into the bathroom and I froze in my tracks.
The room was done in white marble with a dressing room
and a large whirlpool tub.  Beyond the dressing room
there was a shower room and then the area with the
toilet.  Next to the toilet was something I didn't
recognize.

"What's that?" I asked Jen.

Jen giggled and said, "It's a bidet.  It's for
washing your pussy after you go to the bathroom."

"No way!"

Jen walked over to the strange looking device, turned
a knob and a stream of water shot into the air.  We
both laughed and then Jen shut it off.

"Want to try it?"  It'll make your pretty pussy nice
and clean."

"Are you saying I have a dirty pussy, Jen?"

"Not yet, but when I get through, it's going to be
all wet and slick."

"Maybe we'll try this thing after we-you know."

Jen giggled and grabbed my arm.  She pulled me out of
her parents' room and down the hall to hers.  After
turning on the stereo, we began to kiss and touch each
other.  Jen wasted no time pulling my top and skirt
off and then started at me in my thong and bra.

"I can't believe how hot you are, Cindy."

"Why don't we get you undressed so I can see just how
hot you are, Jen?"

I helped Jen remove her clothes and then the rest of
mine.  We climbed onto her bed, stretched out next to
one another and began making love.  Jen had me turn
around and we kissed each other between the legs.

Jen pushed her finger into me and I yelped when she
hit my hymen.  I wiggled my bottom, trying to make it
easy for her to get her finger into my pussy.  We
continued to kiss and lick until we climaxed.  I came
first and then Jen had an orgasm a few minutes later.
Once we caught our breath, I flipped around so I could
kiss Jen and taste my juices on her lips.

We stayed snuggled together for about twenty minutes,
sharing soft kisses and tender touches.

"You know, Cindy, it wouldn't hurt when I finger you
if you get rid of your cherry."

"I don't want to lose my virginity, not yet, Jen."

Jen rolled onto her side and propped her head on her
hand.  She used her other hand to trace a figure eight
around my breasts.

"The only way you can lose your virginity is to get
fucked, fucked by a boy."

"How did you lose your cherry, Jen?"

Jen reached over me, opened the drawer on her
nightstand and pulled out a strange looking device.
She wiggled the thing at me and giggled.  "This is my
dildo, Cindy.  This is how I busted my cherry."

I took the rubbery thing and held it in my hand.  It
was flexible and firm at the same time.

"It looks almost like the real thing," Jen said as I
examined the dildo.  "The big difference is it can't
knock you up."

"Do you really put this thing in your pussy?" I asked
my friend.

Jen took the dildo from me and grinned.  "Just watch
me, Cindy."

Jen put the device on the bed and held it at the base
with both hands.  Kneeling, she lowered her head and
took the end of the pink object in her mouth.  While I
watched, Jen began to move her head; taking a bit more
in each time she lowered her mouth on it.  I saw her
cheeks cave in as she sucked on the dildo.  When her
lips touched her hands, she backed off and looked up
at me.

"Want to give it a try?"

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders.  Jen held the
dildo in one hand and waggled it in front of my face.
She stopped moving it and pushed it against my lips.

"Just give it a little kiss, Sweetie, I just know
you'll love it," Jen said as she moved the wet object
over my lips.

I giggled again and kissed the tip of it like Jen
told me to.  With some coaching from Jen, I opened my
mouth and let her slid it in.  I kept my mouth wide
open as she stroked my tongue with the dildo.  When
she told me to, I closed my lips around the shaft.

Jen pulled the dildo out of my mouth and grinned.
"Maybe you'd like it better if it had some flavor."
She moved the thing between her legs and began rubbing
it over her sex.  Rising up on her knees, Jen inserted
the dildo into her pussy.  She pressed and twisted it
until it slowly disappeared into her.

When she began to pump the dildo in and out of her
sex, Jen closed her eyes and moaned.  After several
moments, she opened her eyes, lay back on the bed and
lifted her wide spread legs.  The pink dildo was still
embedded in her vagina as she grabbed her legs behind
her knees and pulled them back.

"Fuck me, Cindy.  Grab that thing and fuck me with it!"

I gripped the base of the dildo and began moving it
slowly in my girlfriend's pussy.  Jen moaned and
begged me to move it faster.  Following her
instructions, I started to pump the thing in and out
of her.

"Oh, Baby, it's so much better when you do it to me,"
Jen said.

Shifting around on the bed, I knelt at Jen's side and
used my right hand to move the dildo in her sex.  I
put my left hand on one of her boobs and massaged it,
my fingers matching the rhythm of the dildo.  Jen
squirmed and wiggled as I screwed her with the fake
cock.

I slid my hand off her breast, down her stomach and
to her clit.  Using the tips of two fingers, I rubbed
her the way I liked to rub my own clitoris.  Jen's
moans increased and she released her legs, letting
them flail wildly.  It only took a few more minutes
for Jen to reach her climax and she yelled out her
pleasure.

When she began to cum, I could feel the increased
resistance of her vagina on the dildo.  As she reached
her summit, I pulled the dildo out and covered her
pussy with my mouth.  When I pushed my tongue against
her stretched opening, it slid in.  Jen groans filled
the bedroom and she finally pushed me away.  I
continued to kneel next to her, gazing down at her
seemingly satisfied body.

I was still holding the slick dildo in my hand.  Jen
smiled at me and winked as I put it to my lips and
began sucking her juices from the device.  The dildo
felt strange in my mouth, but the taste of Jen kept me
from taking it out.

Jen rolled onto her side, got up and then stood on
her bed.  She took hold of the dildo, placed the base
against her mons and held it in place with one hand.
Her other hand moved to the back of my head and began
guiding me.  Jen thrust her hips, pushing the dildo
deeper into my mouth.  When I gagged, she backed off a
little and looked down at me.

"Just relax and try to swallow when you feel like
you're going to gag, Sweetie.  I know you can do it."

Our eyes were locked and my lips were closed around
the dildo.  I nodded and waited for her to push more
of the device into my mouth.  While Jen moved the
dildo over my lips and tongue, I began to think about
how sexy it looked when I was fucking her with it.

I pulled my mouth off the dildo, fell onto my back
and opened my legs.  "I want to feel it in me, Jen."

Jen wasted little time kneeling between my splayed
legs.  She pressed the tip of the dildo against my
labia and began to stroke me with it.  I was over come
with lust and bucked my hips as she moved it against
me clit.

"This might hurt a little, Sweetie," Jen said as she
positioned the dildo at my opening.

I nodded, grit my teeth and waited for her to
penetrate my pussy.  Jen started to pinch one of my
nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to my crotch, and
then she unceremoniously shoved the device through my
hymen.

A screech came from deep in my throat as the dildo
pierced and entered me.  Jen leaned over and covered
my mouth with hers as she held the rubbery object in
my vagina.  My body was tense, but Jen's tender kisses
and her hand massaging my boob helped me relax.

"Tell me when you want me to move it," Jen whispered.

I nodded.  "Go ahead."

Jen pulled the dildo back a bit and then pushed it in
as she twisted it.  I could feel the thing filling me
and stretching my pussy.  While the feeling wasn't
bad, it was getting uncomfortable.  Jen moved the
dildo in and out of me slowly until the discomfort
outweighed the pleasure.

"Please take it out, it's starting to really hurt,
Jen."

Jen slowly removed the dildo, leaned down and kissed
my tender sex.  She stretched out next to me, took me
in her arms and held me.

"Are you okay, Cindy?"

"Yeah, I think so.  It just hurt too much-I'm sorry."

Jen kissed me.  "You don't have to be sorry for
anything, Sweetie.  It just takes some getting used
to."  She held the dildo up so I could see the pink
traces of my blood.  "No more cheery."

I giggled and nodded.  "I guess it won't hurt when
you finger me anymore."

"No, not because of your cheery at least."  Jen
kissed me again.  "Want to go get cleaned up, you have
some blood on you pussy."

I agreed and we got out of the bed.  I could feel a
dull throb between my legs as we walked into the
bathroom.  Jen turned on the shower, opened the door
and guided me in.  I stood under the warm spray while
Jen started to wash my body.

"I love to touch you, Cindy.  You are so beautiful."
Jen kissed both of my boobs, flicking her tongue
against my nipples as she did.

When Jen washed between my legs, I flinched at her
touch.  She put one arm around my waist and gently
soaped my pussy with the other.  "In a day or two, you
won't feel a thing."

"I hope you're right, I'm sore."

"I know, Baby.  I wish I could have done it so it
didn't hurt-its just part of it."

I nodded and then rested my head against Jen's
shoulder.  She held me and stroked my wet hair.  As we
stood under the water, things changed for me.  Our
budding relationship was swinging from one of sexual
pleasure to one of love, my love for Jen.  I wanted to
tell her how I felt.  I wanted to tell her I was in
love and always wanted to be with her, but I was
afraid that if I did, it would ruin everything.

Jen moved so we were facing one another.  She pressed
her body against mine, took my face in her hands and
kissed me.  I looked into her eyes and smiled.  Jen
smiled back and then put the side of her face against
mine.  We hugged one another and I sighed, feeling so
wanted.

Jen began kissing my ear and nibbling at the lobe.  I
stroked her back and moved my hand down to her bottom.

"Oh, Cindy, please don't be mad at me, but I just
have to say this," Jen whispered in my ear.

I pulled my head back so I could look into her eyes.
"What?"


"This may sound weird to you and you might not feel
the same way, but-Cindy-God, Cindy, I love you!"

I froze and gazed into Jen's eyes.  My body began to
shake and then I started to cry.  Jen looked scared
and her eyes filled with tears too.

"I love you too, Jen."  I pulled her to me, wrapped
my arms around her and squeezed her as tight as I
could.  "I wanted to tell you.  I was just so afraid
you didn't feel the same way and that you wouldn't
want to be with me."

Jen and I hugged and cried.  We finally clamed down
and relaxed the death grip we had on each other.

"Cindy, you have no idea how happy it makes me to
know you feel the same way about me as I feel about
you.  I thought I was falling in love with you, but
when I saw you this morning, I knew it.  I know it's
only been a few days, but I've never felt this way
about anyone before."

I didn't know what to say to Jen.  I held her for a
moment and then kissed her passionately.  "I knew I
loved you the first time we made love, Jen.  After
that, my love for you has grown by the minute."  I
kissed her again.  "Oh, Jen, what are we going to do?"

"What do you mean, Cindy?"

"I mean what are we going to do about our other
friends and everything?"

Jen looked me straight in the eyes and grinned.
"Sweetie, I really don't care if they know how I feel
about you and I certainly don't care what they think.
This is between you and me, if they don't like it-fuck-
em!"

"Really?  You don't care if the kids at school know
we're a couple, that we're in love?"

Jen shook her head.  "Honey, I've been talked about
before.  Last time it was because of a bunch of boys
lying about what they did with me."  Jen giggled.  "At
least this time when they talk, it'll be true."

We got out of the shower, dried off and went to Jen's
bedroom.  Neither of us was in a hurry to dress so we
sat on her couch and listened to the stereo.  We sat
with our legs curled under our butts.

Jen shifted around, put her head in my lap and looked
up at me.  We didn't say anything as we stared into
one other's eyes.  I stroked her damp hair and began
to think about our relationship.  It wasn't whether or
not I really loved Jen, I did.  I was a little
concerned about how we would be received at school
and, more importantly, at home.  I wondered how my
parents would react when they knew that I was in love,
in love with a girl.

When Jen turned her head and kissed my mons, I
giggled.  "How is your pretty pussy, Sweetie, does it
still hurt?"

"No too bad, it just feels a little tender, that's
all.  I'll be okay, Honey."

I loved the fact that Jen and I used terms of
endearment when we referred to each other, her more
than me.  Giggling, I decided I wanted a pet name for
Jen, one that I could call her and that she's know I
loved her when I did.

Jen rolled on her side and began kissing my stomach
and the very top of my pubic hair.  "Want me to kiss
your pussy and make it better?"

I responded by moving so my legs were open to her.
Jen worked her head between my thighs and kissed my
sex tenderly.  There was no hint of sex as she lightly
pressed her lips to my labia.  Jen kissed my pussy
like she would have kissed my knee if I had scraped it.

We remained on the couch until it was time for me to
go home.  Both of us were reluctant to get up and get
dressed, but we did.  When I was standing in my
underwear, Jen took me in her arms and held me.

"I love you, Cindy."

I love you, Jen."

We hugged, separated and then finished dressing.
When we went downstairs, Jen's mom was just getting
home from work.  We all said, "hi" and then she asked
about our day at school.

"Mom, could you give Cindy a ride home please," Jen
said.

"Of course, just give me a minute to change my
clothes and we'll go."  Mrs. Harris headed up the
stairs, stopped and looked down at Jen and me.  "Would
you like to stay for dinner, Cindy?  I could take you
home after we eat."

I looked at Jen and she nodded her head.  "Yes, I'd
love to stay.  Thank you, Mrs. Harris.  I'll call my
mom and make sure it's okay."

Mrs. Harris nodded and continued upstairs.  I asked
Jen if I could use the telephone and she showed me to
the one in the kitchen.  After talking with Mom, I
hung up and told Jen I could stay.

"Cool, let's get our backpacks and do our homework
while Mom cooks dinner.  We can go downstairs to the
basement," Jen said.

Mrs. Harris came down stairs wearing a pair of jeans
and a tee shirt.  Jen told her we were going to do our
homework and led me to the basement.  The basement was
finished with a large recreation room and an
entertainment center.  Jen showed me the exercise room
and then we went back into the recreation room and sat
on the floor to do our schoolwork.

I sat across from Jen and folded my legs Indian
style.  She glanced up my skirt, smiled and said, "How
do you expect me to study when you're sitting like
that?"

"Do you want me to cover myself?"  I pushed my skirt
between my legs.  "Or do you like me like this?"  I
lifted my skirt and exposed my panties to her.

Jen giggled.  "I like to look-too bad you're wearing
panties."

"Do you want me to take them off?  I will if you want
me to."

Jen grinned and shook her head.  "If you do, I won't
get a thing finished.  I have two chapters of history
and a math paper to do."

I let go of my skirt, but didn't push it between my
legs.  Jen kept glancing at me and I knew she could
see my panties.  I giggled to myself and opened my
textbook to start reading.

After about a half an hour, I stopped studying and
looked up at Jen.  She was on her stomach, reading
from her history book.  Leaning forward, I ran my
fingers through her hair and said, "I love you, Jen."

Jen looked up, smiled and told me she loved me too.
Jen went back to reading, but I sat and stared at her.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest and realized that
for the first time since we got together, my feelings
were different than before.

Over the past days, I would feel sexually excited
when I looked at Jen, but at that moment I felt
nothing but love.  I didn't have the tingling in my
vagina that she normally brought on, rather the
feelings were deeper rooted.  My thoughts shifted to
what Jen and I were going to do in the future.

I wondered how we would react when we saw one another
at school.  Would we put on a charade, trying to hide
our love from our friends or act like any other couple
would?  It wasn't uncommon to see a guy and girl
walking down the hall holding hands or stealing a kiss
at their locker.  Would Jen and I act like that?  I
also wondered how we would act when we were around our
parents.

Part of me wanted to shout from the rooftops and
declare my undying love for Jen, but another part of
me, the more rational part, knew I had to be careful.
While I wasn't afraid of others knowing about how I
felt, I knew it could cause pain and hardships for Jen
and me.

When I thought about Jen's past and the fact she had
gone out with boys, I wondered if our relationship was
going to be able to last.

"Jen, can I ask you something?" I said in a whisper.

Looking up from her book, Jen smiled.  "You can ask
me anything you want to, Sweetie."

"I know you have gone out with boys and done things
with them," I said, my voice quivering.  "Do you still
want to do that, go with guys?"

Jen closed her book, scooted closer to me and put her
head in my lap.  She rolled onto her back and looked
up at me.  Reaching up, she stroked my cheek and gazed
into my eyes.

"Cindy, to be perfectly honest, I don't know.  I like
boys and I like the things I've done with them, but
I've never felt the things I feel with you.  I never
loved any of the boys I went out with, which by the
way, was only two boys.

"With you, things are different for me, much
different.  You treat me like I want to be treated and
don't make any demands for things I don't want to do.
You're willing to explore and try new things with me
and I love you for that.

"Sweetie, I have never been in love with some one
before and it's as new to me as I'm sure it is to you.
I guess we'll just have to see what happens."

I thought about what she said and nodded.  "Honey, I
don't know what's going to happen either.  As you well
know, I've never been with a boy and I have no idea
what it's like.  I've never seen a boy's penis or
kissed a boy.  I love you more than anything, but..."

"You're still curious about boys, right?"

I nodded.

"So am I, Cindy."

"What are we going to do?"

"Like I said, I don't know."  Jen moved her hand from
my face to my boob and gently fondled me through my
clothes.  I put my hand on her chest and did the same
to her.  "Cindy, I don't think I'm a lesbian, bisexual
for sure, but not a real lesbian.  All I'm really sure
of right now is how I feel about you."

"Are we going to try and hide our love, Jen?  Are we
going to keep it a secret?"

"Sweetie, I love you and don't care who knows about
it.  I already told you that."

"I know.  I'm just making sure you still feel that
way.  I guess you're right; we'll just have to wait
and see what happens.  Jennifer, I love you so much it
feels like I'm going to explode."

Jen pulled me down to her and we kissed.  Tenderly at
first, but our kisses soon gave way to our passion.  I
stretched out next to her on the floor and we rolled
back and forth, our mouths locked together.  Soon, the
lust subsided and we became still, just holding each
other and kissing.  I stroked her head and Jen rubbed
my back.

Jen and I were still in one another's arms when we
heard her mom call down and tell us it was time to
eat.  We separated, put our books into our backpacks
and went upstairs to have dinner.

When we walked into the dining room, Jen and I both
froze in our tracks.  We saw her dad and my parents
sitting at the dining room table.  Mrs. Harris came
into the room, put a platter of food on the table and
sat next to her husband.

"Hi, Cindy, hi, Jennifer," my mom said.  "You two
look a little surprised to see us."

"I am, Mom.  Why are you and Daddy here?" I asked.

"Carol called and invited us to have dinner," Mom said.

"How long have you been here?" I asked my mom.

"Long enough, Cindy.  Why don't you two sit down, I
think we all need to talk."  Mom pointed at two empty
chairs, next to each other, with place settings on the
table.

**** To be continued. ****

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